There he was, waiting for another train. He was so sick of the subways. Always late. Dirty. Noisy. Flying maniac kids dancing for dollars. Bad musicians. Endless panhandlers. And the so-called ... [+]
An Interview with My Memories
Sanjana Ramanathan is an English major at Drexel University. She enjoys playing video games, cracking open a new book, and daydreaming. She hopes you enjoyed her work! You can find her on Twitter @sanjubilees. Originally published in Drexel University's Maya Literary Journal, "An Interview with My Memories" is published by Short Édition as part of Philly Storied City, a city-wide literary project.
Q: How does it feel?A: It's like sinking. It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat, into the hollows of your ribcage, till all your lovesick thoughts are applesauce-soft and easier to swallow.It's pulling polaroids apart, pressing the yellowed pieces of moth-eaten memories to the back of your brain and hoping they'll stick. Q: What's the best one?A: It's the weight of the old hammock that your cousins piled onto in the summer. The way you'd sit at the end and shift so the youngest would fall, laughing, onto your lap.... No, it's the road trip where time stretched like taffy with ev